My Story Told

My Story Told

The horror of my past is strong

Terror rules me

Shame’s my shadow

Pain’s always there

Memories hold me in prison

Behind thick walls

Where sorrow weeps

Deep in my soul

Each day is a constant struggle

Hurt fills my mind

Darkness seeps in

Never to end

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.

IdEgo

Dreams, desires, id and ego.